My Fertility Journey Didn’t Have A Magical Ending, But Here’s How I Got A Happy One

by Jeremy

You have a recruitment problem,” Dr. Matthew Retzloff told me. I shifted on the paper-covered exam table, the vinyl cold against the backs of my knees, and laughed. As an ROTC graduate, a former U.S. Army Reserve Lieutenant, physician, and U.S. Air Force Major with nine years of service, recruitment had never been my issue. The infertility specialist was telling me that I wasn’t developing enough mature egg follicles with each menstrual cycle to fertilize. Having a biological child would be an uphill battle ― and maybe more of a war.

This fertility story doesn’t have a magical ending. Instead, I’m the poster child of failed fertility. After reading yet another article about infertility that ended in a successful pregnancy and birth, I was reminded of this. I know these stories have a purpose: They destigmatize infertility and give women hope for pregnancy. But that outcome is not always the case.

I was 37 years old when I sought fertility treatment. My husband and I had been trying to conceive for two years. Besides age, I had no risk factors: I was a “normal” weight, exercised regularly but not excessively, didn’t use tobacco or drugs, didn’t drink excessively, and didn’t have any preexisting disorders or infectious diseases. I did have heavy, long, irregular, painful periods (metromenorrhagia) beginning at age 12, but other women in my family also had heavy bleeding and had conceived. I had been on birth control for about 18 years but had stopped using it when we started planning a family.

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